Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip-Hop Is Good, artist - E-dubble. Album song hip-hop is good, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Evan Wallace
Song language: English
Hip-Hop Is Good |
Rip off the plastic, unpackage the madness |
Try to figure out what happened with rappin' |
People clap gats over words and beats |
Rap music isn’t art anymore its just beef |
I’mma go vegetarian, keep my nose clean |
Get our protein from powder, feed my whole team |
Let the beef settle in and when atrition gets reached |
I’ll swing for the fences, steal the damn ring |
Like a veteran, hoppin' on the pedestal |
I am so ready to, do what melle mel would do |
Be the opposite of a flash |
I’m not running the dash |
Motherfucker this is marathon and I’m gonna last |
Call me Pheidippidies, I am so sick of these |
No spittin' pre-written freestyle emcees |
See- if you ever catch me on the street |
And you wanna battle battle this is what I’m gonna teach |
Speech is my shit, and beats are my bitch |
Fisher price with the mic I was beating my fist |
So check on my dues and see if their paid |
Chris wallace with the knowledge hip-hops my forte |
And you have just entered a session of tension |
Hip-hop is my therapy, it’s a blessing |
…it's how I keep my screw tight |
And you better pray to something that I keep that shit screwed right |
Hip-hop is good, I’ll 2Pac your hood |
Please thank the people who invented the mic (staggered) |
16 spitter, no quitter I go hard |
Power from my people we’re lethal, trust no god |
Bail out for nobody, my water is so muddy |
The faces they make the flow is so ugly |
How’s he gonna two face us, act one way in the workplace |
Then reverse the tape |
Instrumental to my bee eye, you look knee high to my persona homey |
You don’t know shit about me, keep them ears puckered |
Till your cochlear’s pokin' ya out them chuckers |
Cuz' I’m off it, toss shit, off my back |
If I need it, pack it in my napsack |
Throw a label call it backpack rap |
Rip it off me, awfully fast then smack |
Consciencious- no just densely packed |
With a sentence I invent new rap |
Call it new new, doo doo |
Call it fuckin' poo poo |
Just know I got a symphony just like the effing juice crew |
And I killed the conductor and stole that wand |
But I don’t need a dumbass wand! |
All I need is this voicebox and these beats |
To keep the sanity while we crumble beneath |
The edges hold tight to the thread that bred you |
Cuz' in the end you don’t know just where you head to |
All I know is I keep asking my friends |
To bury this g with some beats and some headphones |